The song of the white wolf.

Some nature kind poetry this early morning.

The song of the white wolf..

The luminous sky above us and we watch. The sun and the moon. Kissed hello and kissed goodbye.

We burn sage for our world and we pray to the starry night.

We seek the quiet sea and the never-ending night.

We ask the Goddess of the sea, Amphitrite.

Please allow us to dance and sing for the night.

Please allow us to escape the madness of our world.

I told my dearest friend, my dearest love.

Dear White Wolf, if I lost you.

I would lose my muse, I would lose myself.

She kissed me once, she kissed me many times.

She whispered to me. I am here.

The night is long and let's pray for more.

Let's pray we can find safe place where life is love,

love is life.

Tonight we shall howl to the moon, tonight we shall dance for the stars. 

We will make the Goddess of the sea, Amphitrite smile and know.

Love and kindness is still, alive and well.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

I listened as I read, pausing as and when i felt it necessary. Your words increase with the drumming, lessen as the breath releases. Your night and its beat is - to me, what melds you to your love; the slow beat and the wolf's howl is extraordinary.

As you always have, the words reach out and create another world.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma for reading and the comment. I need a long walk into the forest. Waiting for Winter to go away.

[emmajoygreen]

What an adventure you;ll share with the all around .. after a time, familiar this and that can be almost strangers. Remember to write a poem about your initial feelings, sir. In the meantime, take care, keep safe.

[Coyote Poetry]

I will dear Emma.

[Dave Brown]

Be careful where you go
this year, more wolves killed in Yellowstone than ever before
To make it sound more humane, it is referred to as harvesting

[Coyote Poetry]

In my family name. I have 180 acres of Ojibwa land. One path to Lake Superior. Large signs with wolves drawings. In Upper Michigan. Wolves are very large. It is sad. We kill the free animals Dave.

[Soren]

Coyote your writes keep me close to the nature I love and that is my god. Let the universe bless you to write many more.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do love nature, like you my dear friend. I am waiting for Spring. I need some times in the forest. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[D. Mansfield]

Another great poem, another great story. Thank you for this wonderfuyl writing

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you D. Mansfield. I love nature. In the midnight hours where I live. The sneaky wolves still roam. You never see them in the daytime. Thank you for reading and the comment.